It's a different thing to go on a date when you're fourteen than when you're over fifty. It's another thing to think that everything, including the date, is sort of a test, and that it's either going to be great or it's not... When you're over fifty and you're on a date, you pretty much know it's not going to work out, but it's still the absurd hope in you that, despite all the circumstances, probabilities, experiences, something breathtaking awaits you and you go on a date with the determination of a person who received an experience gift for his birthday and is forced to jump with a parachute, even if he doesn't want to at all!< /p>